Chapter 3
Present Day PeaceablePeaceable’s comm unit vibrated.
“I need you,” the message read.
Him. Joseph.
“You do not,” she replied, tapping on the screen a touch harder than necessary.
“The blue shirt or the green? I have a hot date.” He sent a series of unnecessary fire symbols, and then eventually, the image of two shirts.
On her desk.
“Get out of my office,” she wrote, not appreciating him disturbing her space or the pangs of jealousy over the hot date.
The reply came instantly. “Is that how you talk to your boss?”
“You are not my boss.”
“My sister married your boss, which makes me your boss, in a way.”
“Incorrect. It makes you a parasite.”
Three dots bounced on the screen. He was writing a reply, but it took longer than his normal instant response, bleating out whatever
